NEWS: my Appalachian weird horror novella, GODFESTATION, will have a book launch event in San Diego at Through the Fold Books on August 15 at 6 PM!
Learn more on their site:
https://throughthefold.com/event/2026-08-15/godfestation-book-launch-party

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Everyone else seemed fine with it.

The routine.
The goals.
The life they were supposed to want.

He wasn’t.

👉 At some point… it stopped feeling real.

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https://kentwayne.com/2026/05/23/he-couldnt-unsee-it-anymore/

#PhantastikPrompts

23. 23.05.2026
Wie verlässlich bist du als schreibende Person deinen Lesenden gegenüber? Bist du verlässlich oder spielst du auch mal gern damit, nicht verlässlich zu sein?

Ich bin zuverlässig Unzuverlässig.

Ich bin ja eher eine schreibende Schnecke, die gut ist, wenn sie ein Buch pro Jahr schafft. Das letzte Jahr war jedoch unerwartet produktiv. Ich habe ganze 3 Manusskripte fertiggestellt.

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L'épisode 11 du Cycle du Dieu Noir est en ligne !
https://fantasy.aemarielle.com/commanditaire/

Alaia vogue de Charybde en Scylla au fil des épisodes, mais elle ne manque pas de ressources, heureusement.

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The dark fantasy and Cursed Island is waiting for you every Friday. I love this book, and I'm happy to share pieces of it each week. Thank you for reading my work.

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https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/22/beware-the-ills-part-44/

Beware the Ills: Part 44

The graveyard’s behind me now. I’ll reach the river soon. My speed’s at top gear. The trees mix. The black and brown, the needles, all their images flowing and following me. I feel like an Ill, running panicked along the mountain cliffs. The Ills, what will be done about them if I fail? My conversation was less than provocative, but like I said before, I left them alive.

I’m at the river finally. The city will not be far from here. The sheets of ice from earlier still bounce along the dark river, which reflects the random threads of sunlight. I can see the corpses of the men Blue and I killed. The machines are destroyed and turned over. Some are still steaming in the cold. I assume they were dilapidated even further by the invaders, so they couldn’t be taken by some other party.

I admire their future sight.

I leap across the plates easily. They barely move beneath my bounds. I come across the man’s spear and pause. Normally, I have no respect for the dead, no patience. It’s disgusting. I’m not sure why I decided to change.

I’m at the eastern bank of the river where Haukter hit me. A wide pool of blood sits spattered across the bank and ice plates. Blue’s blood, I’m sure of it. There are strips of fur and broken arrows everywhere. They must have pinned him here for quite some time. I slash the plate vertically with his leftover scraps.

It’ll sink to the bottom of the river.

The city is not far. I will be there shortly. Sunlight spills over the tops of the Shingles, and their random shapes. More trees pass, more trees and snow, more wind howling. Repeating the images around me makes me feel in control.

The city is growing closer, and I’m feeling better.

I remember them throwing me from the Shingles. The torches, the spinning snow, the sickness of the grey stone passing me. I remember the pain in my arms when I hit the snowy rock. It’s very hard to remember. I had to focus on the killing. My arms hurt from the fall, but they didn’t break, nothing did. My bruises healed in days. The Shingles back then were so big and endless. The crawlspace inside of them was large for my little body.

How did I find it again?

More trees, they never end when you’re in a hurry. More explosions up ahead, blue light spreads in the sky. So close, everyone there must hold on. I will kill them.

I’m coming to where the trees begin to thin and the clearing before the edge of the Shingles. I cannot remember many of whom I’ve killed except for Haukter, his kind I remember very well. I should’ve killed you Haukter. I should’ve killed you. The clearing before the Shingles ends quickly.

I stop to stare at them.

The wall has been breached. The Shingles have been smashed down at their ancient roots into crumbled piles of old stone. Not all of them are gone, but ripped holes outnumber the slabs of stone.

Why so many shots into the wall? The last layer, where I was standing just the other day and witnessed the children, has been destroyed. Piles of ageless brick and mortar are everywhere. Their machines did it, their armored walking contraptions with their pretty energy.

I’m through the wall.

So strange not to climb it. So strange not to walk high over it. The grey path through the mountain valley into the Diamond Town curls before me. I will not allow them to hurt or kill anyone. I will not allow the citizens of the Diamond Town to kill either. None of it may happen. I will not allow it. I cannot feel my lungs. I’m almost there. Haukter, I will kill you. This is your fault. You allowed them to breach the wall and Shingles. Still, this is my fault, I allowed Haukter to live.

The city, more snow, more wind, the city.

I can see it.

I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it.